About Wyssal FreelingStatistics:
Female Halfling Oracle (Dual Cursed) 1
NG Small Humanoid Init +2; Senses Perception +5
Melee +2 Ranged +3
Traits Frontier Healer (Campaign):
Fate's Favored:
Helpful:
Drawback Overprotective:
Feats Combat Reflexes:
Bodyguard:
Skills
+2 Perception (Halfling)
Languages Taldane, Halfling, Dwarven Special Abilities:
------------------------------ SPECIAL ABILITIES ------------------------------ Halfling: Small:
Fleet of Foot:
Fey Thoughts:
Halfling Luck:
Keen Senses:
Shadowhunter:
Oracle: Mystery (Succor): Class Skills:
Bonus Spells:
Curse (Powerless Prophesy):
Uncanny Dodge (Ex):
Curse (Legalistic Does Not Advance):
Revelations (Succor / Dual-Cursed): Perfect Aid (Ex):
Spells:
------------------------------ Spells ------------------------------ 0th (4 Known | (At Will) Create Water
1st (3+1 / Day) Bless
Gear/Possessions:
------------------------------ GEAR/POSSESSIONS ------------------------------ Consumables: -------------------------------
Money 13 GP 2 SP 1 CP
Background:
Wyssal was born in Nidal and spent the earlier portion of her life living there in the town of Icebow Bridge, where her parents were archivist assistants in the Library Without Light. They were slaves, as was Wyssal, but they were well trusted, with positions about as comfortable as was possible given their bondage and location. Halflings tread carefully in Nidal because of their bondage, and Wyssal’s parents were no exception. They were suitably deferential to the state religion, agreeable, and pliable in the face of authorities’ expectations. In short, they managed and got by just as most Halflings do in Nidal.
Both her parents worked archiving and, when possible, translating the vast repository of pre-Earthfall texts stored at the Library Without Light. Maybe they had come across some piece of information that was too uncomfortable for authorities to risk its exposure. Maybe it was professional jealously causing another worker to falsely accuse them of some infraction. Foreigners sometimes used the library; maybe they had spoken to someone they should not have. Perhaps someone wanted their jobs for friends or relatives. Informing and denouncing are common tools for advancement or settling grudges in Nidal. Wyssal languished in a cell for several months before she was informed of her fate. She was marked for transport to Ash Hollow. She would be one of the many sacrifices cast into the flames of the Black Rose of Aghor Thal. Each autumnal equinox during the Festival of Night’s Return a line of hundreds of sacrifices are thrown alive into the gargantuan crucible without interruption from dusk until dawn. Wyssal was shipped to Pangolais and loaded onto a barge with others who would share the same end as her. On the barge Wyssal decided to turn her certain doom into a final, small act of resistance. When the opportunity finally came, She threw herself overboard into the Usk River. Her escape was accidental; Wyssal expected to drown, which was preferable to roasting alive. More likely she would have been dragged out of the water and taken on along. But as she fell the thin edge of an oar smacked into her face. It sliced her nose and stunned her. When the crew saw blood in the water and she did not surface, they assumed she had been killed outright by the blow or drowned while unconscious. The boat did not slow down and Wyssal was able to recover her senses and swim to the river’s eastern shore. Wyssal was now in the Attaran Ranches region, which was very fortunate for her. When she was found after a couple of days of wandering, she was taken to a small ranch for care. Wyssal was frail from imprisonment and malnourishment, and her injury needed treatment. By the time she had recovered, fall was giving way to winter and the snows had begun. There was no option except for Wyssal to remain at the ranch until spring made travel possible again. The longer forced stay at the ranch was Wyssal’s second stroke of luck. The extended time together built trust between her and the family who owned the ranch, as well as its employees. She let them know her family had run afoul of the powers that be for some reason, and that she needed to flee Nidal. They in turn revealed themselves to be among the secret worshipers of Desna in the region, able to help her escape. By the time Wyssal left in the spring of the next year, she was as well prepared as she could be for her journey, which would be dangerous and difficult. The northern pass through the Mindspin Mountains to Varisia was known to be carefully watched by agents of the Umbral Court. Wyssal would need to instead travel a more difficult route eastward, mostly following the Gjurn River, to Nirmathis. The ranchers worked with her so she would be ready. They had her memorize the way as far as they knew it. She was taught dwarven, since the only people she might possibly receive any aid from would be dwarves from Glimmerhold. Wyssal was given supplies to last her as long as possible, and guided by one of the ranch hands as far as the eastern bank of the Usk where it joined with the Gjurn. There had not been any sincerely held religious convictions in Wyssal’s family. She had only known of Nidal’s imposed religion herself. But the kindness and devout convictions of all those at the ranch moved Wyssal to find faith in Desna as well. Ironically, the first town Wyssal had to skirt by as she began the solo part of her journey was Ash Hollow, the place where she had been meant to die as a sacrifice the previous autumn. Wyssal was cautious as she traveled, doing so only at night, when darkness gave her an advantage. She avoided all settlements, even Glimmerhold when she eventually reached its surroundings. The risk seemed too great to her. Even after she had passed Glimmerhold and was through the mountain pass, on her way into the Nesmian Plains of Nirmathis, Wyssal kept to her same tactics. Hurlandrun gave her a very bad feeling and she didn’t dare go near the place. Once she reached the open lowlands Wyssal had an easier time of things. Her food stores had long run out, and she had been slowed in the mountains by her need to catch or gather her meals as she could while traveling. The farms of the Nesmian Plains presented opportunities to pilfer food occasionally, a great help. As with other settlements, Wyssal skirted around Phaendar and crossed the river into the Fangwood. Wyssal stayed at the edge the forest where there would be fewer chance encounters with people from Phaendar while she watched them for a time. When she was satisfied as she could be that it was safe, and she hadn’t been tracked from Nidal, Wyssal began two venture into Phaender on occasion. As she became more comfortable with the settlement and became acquainted with a few people, Wyssal decided to stay, for the present time at least. She took over an old abandoned farm a few miles outside of Phaender right at the edge of the forest. She fixed up the house a bit, put the beehives there in order, and laid out a small garden. Wyssal is mostly self-sustaining. Aside from her garden, she fishes the Marideth River and catches small animals with snares. She makes a little money for the things she needs by selling honey in town, and occasionally by healing people if regular, non-magical care isn’t working. Wyssal is careful about healing though, she doesn’t want to become well-known for it. Wyssal still fears being tracked down by Nidalese agents, and wants to remain as anonymous as possible. Slaves in Nidal do not have family names. Wyssal chose the name Freeling for herself when she settled at the old farm.
Appearance and Personality:
Height: 3'1" | Weight: 32 | Hair: Light Brown | Eyes: Green Appearance
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